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“I want everything, Slade. Sign me up for the deluxe package.” She giggled at her joke, and he shook his head at her not quite able to hide his smile. God, he wanted this woman.
“We don’t have packages, Ivy,” he smirked. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want, and you’ll need to be veryspecific.” Slade knew that he was making Ivy go the extra mile but having her under his thumb was fun. He couldn’t wait to have her under his body, so he was hoping that they could speed things up some.
“Hmm, well—that makes this more difficult. Let me think,” Ivy said, tapping her finger on her plump lips. “I know that I’d like to try spanking, and I would probably like to try my hand at giving a blow job. Honestly, I think I’d like to try a little bit of everything but tonight we should start slow since this is all new for me.” She glanced down at the floor and back up to meet his eyes, “That is unless you don’t want me, Slade.” She pouted and it took every ounce of his resistance not to push her down onto his desk to show her just how much he wanted her.
Slade froze at Ivy’s words. Did she mean that being in a sex club was new for her or that sex was new? Either way, she was sending up a lot of red flags and his gut was screaming at him to send her packing. But his gut wasn’t the one in charge. That job seemed to be falling to his cock, and he wanted to play with Ivy. His dick was demanding the chance of playing with the sexy little barmaid who was standing before him, begging her to spank her ass. Slade groaned, pretty sure that his unruly cock was going to win the battle, and he was a goner. Ivy Scott was about to find out just how much he wanted her, and he hoped like fuck that she could handle him.
Holden
Holden Kade watched as the curvy blond made her way into Slade’s office and his first instinct was to follow her in and beg to be a part of whatever she wanted. Ivy Scott was his walking wet dream, and he knew that he needed to be a part of her sexy little plan. He spent many late nights at Manholes watching the curvy little waitress work her way around the bar, most nights leaving hard and feeling a need that he was going to have trouble filling. Holden knew that his pleas to be included might fall upon deaf ears since he and Slade weren’t on the best of terms. About a month ago, he and Slade hooked up a few times but when he wanted to take things to the next level and maybe find a woman to fit between them, Slade bulked. He started giving Holden the cold shoulder and he had to admit it stung having to watch Slade parade through the club with sub after sub, never giving him a second look. Some nights, Slade played with couples who were looking to pick up a third and he was sure that Slade was in his element. Holden couldn’t figure out why he fought the idea of the two of them finding a woman together but had no problem joining in on other members’ ménage fantasies. Holden thought that heand Slade were on the same page and wanted the same things, but he was wrong. He was sure that he’d never find a man and woman who would fit into his life the way he was hoping for, but he also couldn’t give up hope of that happening someday.
Slade barked an order at the girl running the front desk, telling her to take care of requests, and slammed his door, effectively shutting himself and Ivy in his office. He stood in the hallway waiting for his turn to talk to Slade, but he was certain that he’d be turned away tonight just as he had been every night, for the past month. He thought about giving up and even finding another club but BDSM clubs like Pandora’s Box were hard to come by in this town. He was new to the area and didn’t want to have to travel to play and he had come to like the people at the club. It was beginning to feel like his home away from home and some of the members were like the family that he never had.
Holden moved to the little town from California, and it was like taking a step back in time. The people in and around town were so narrow-minded that he didn’t dare announce his kinky lifestyle or the fact that he was bisexual to anyone outside of the club. He was afraid of not fitting in with his coworkers at his new company. Honestly, he had his new job to thank for leading him to Pandora’s Box. He met Slade and the club owner Cash after they were assigned to him when they applied for the construction loan. Cash invited him to his bar, Manholes, to sign the papers for the loan and he kept going back. At the bar, he felt free to be himself for the first time since he got into town. He and Slade hung out whenever they were both free and once the club opened, they agreed that they both wanted to see where their chemistry led them. They both admitted that they were attracted to each other and there was no denying that he wanted Slade. He thought that at the very least, playing with Slade would break his very long dry spell but it evolved into much more for him. Holden was hoping that Slade felt the same, but he was wrong.Slade shoved him to the side like a child who was finished playing with a toy and never seemed to give him a second glance.
Moving on was harder than he planned, especially since the kink scene in town included a very small, close-knit group. Most of the members already were involved or taken and he was finding it hard to find his niche in the crew. Maybe that’s why he perked up when Ivy walked in tonight. She was a little young for him, but he didn’t care about age. He wanted to play and if she did too, that would be just fine with him. From the way she made a beeline to Slade’s office, he had a feeling that she knew exactly what and who she wanted. He noted the way Slade and Ivy circled each other but neither of them ever pulled the trigger. Ivy seemed to be interested in Slade, but she also seemed shy and if Holden had to guess, inexperienced. He had even heard Cash warn Slade off Ivy, telling him to leave his staff alone and to go play over at his fucking club. Slade usually laughed Cash’s orders off, but Holden could tell that Cash hit a nerve.
Holden was about to give up waiting for his turn to talk to Slade when his office door flew open and a very upset Ivy stomped her way out, wiping at the tears that were freely running down her face. He wanted to stop her, ask her what was wrong, and try to fix it for her. The hurt in her eyes nearly did him in.
“Ivy,” Slade stepped from his office and didn’t bother to look around. The murderous look on his face told Holden that he needed to steer clear of whatever the two had going on. It wasn’t any of his business and he knew that when Slade was that angry, it was best to steer clear of him.
“Ivy, stop,” he ordered. She must have missed the memo about Slade being in charge at the club because she didn’t stop. Ivy didn’t even glance over her shoulder as she made her hasty retreat through the front doors and out into the parking lot. Slade sighed, slipping his hands to his hips. He suddenlyseemed very aware of his surroundings and the audience that had gathered to take in the show. He hung his head and seemed to take a moment to get himself back under control—something that Holden knew Slade held onto with a tight grip.
Slade turned to go back into his office finally noticing Holden standing in the corner. Holden smiled and nodded as he watched Slade disappear into his private sanctuary and slam his door. Holden knew that Slade didn’t let his control slip very often, so whatever Ivy Scott must have done did quite a number on him. Holden hated to see Slade so upset but honestly, he was done trying to figure him out. He wanted to get his attention, and sexy little Ivy gave him the perfect way to do just that. If Ivy could ruffle Slade’s feathers, then their working as a team should be able to knock him completely on his ass. A plan was forming and if he could get Ivy on board, he just might get his chance to wiggle his way back into Slade’s life and bed while dragging the hot curvy blond with them.
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Juno
Juno was the stable one in her group of friends. At least, that was what everyone thought. She had always been the good girl of her little group and that wasn’t something that she planned on ever changing. As far as she was concerned, Vixen, Phoenix, and Rebel could go on believing that she was an angel. That’s what they called her—the angel of the group, and it used to piss her off, but now, she kind of liked it. Even if it wasn’t the truth.
Once Juno graduated from high school, her parents gave her an ultimatum—work a full-time job or go to college or trade school. The last thing she wanted to do was go back to school after graduation. Hell, if she had her way, she would have left like Phoenix had, years ago, and never looked back. But her friend was always so much braver than she was.
Juno had used her savings to buy herself a used car and damn it, even that old thing was practical. Her friends liked to joke that she’d be by to pick them up in her grandma car, but she found that to be less funny than they did. Her car got her from point A to point B and it was reliable, unlike most of the people in her life. Sure, her girls were always there for her—evenPhoenix once she came back to town and hooked up with Riggs. The gang was all together again, and that should make her happy—not stress her out. But it did. The more time she spent with her girlfriends, the more chances they would have of finding out that her full-time job wasn’t on the up and up—at least, not by their standards of her. If the girls ever found out that she was an exotic dancer, she’d never hear the end of it from any of them. They’d be impossible to live with—even Phoenix who admitted to the group that she used to dance and strip for money to put food on the table for her daughter, Lydia. No, Juno’s good girl reputation wouldn’t allow her to have anything scandalous in her past—especially being a dancer down at the local club. As far as everyone was concerned, she was a secretary at a law firm, two towns over, and that was the story she was sticking with.
She had found ways to keep her identity a secret, her costumes, and a little imagination. Juno thought that it was hilarious when she found an angel costume and used that on stage for a while. But her boss, Bruno told her to ditch the good girl routine and find another costume. He said that guys don’t want to fantasize about a good girl in the sheets—they wanted the bad girl, and she did as she was told. The thought of losing her job wasn’t one that she wanted to entertain. The tips were good and there was no way that she’d make that much money as a receptionist or in any other full-time position. So, she ditched the angel costume and opted to dress as the devil for a while. Bruno was right—her tips increased when she went from good girl to bad girl on the stage, not that she’d admit that to him. He’d ask for more of a cut, and there was no way that she was giving his fat ass any more money than she had to.
Her costumes changed throughout the almost four years that she had worked at the club. Right now, she was playing a black widow, and the regulars at the club seemed to like the idea of being killed off by her. They were all idiots, but those idiots paidthe bills and allowed her to move out of her parents’ house, and that was her saving grace.
Juno loved her mom and dad, but they were very religious, and her lifestyle would never mesh with theirs. She never dared tell them about her choice of jobs knowing that they’d probably freak out. Every time her dad asked her how she was affording her new apartment; she’d tell him that she got a raise or a bonus of some sort, and he seemed to buy it. Juno wasn’t sure how many more raises and bonuses she could possibly get, but that was a problem for another day. For now, she was happily living in her own place, under her own rules, and that was a good feeling.
“Honey, you’re on,” Bruno called from the hallway. He always did like to micromanage the girls, but a part of her wondered if he just liked hanging around to watch them all get dressed. A few of the girls said that he had made passes at them, but he left Juno alone. Maybe she wasn’t his type, and that worked for her. Hell, she didn’t seem to be anyone’s type, and while she sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a boyfriend who doted on her as Phoenix and Vixen had, she knew that sooner or later, she’d have to tell him about her job, and that would most likely end her “relationship”. Honestly, it had never become an issue for her since most of her dates never evolved into a relationship. Even in high school, boys seemed to avoid her like she had the plague. The good girl image didn’t seem to appeal to any of the prepubescent boys who didn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.
“I’m coming,” she grumbled more to herself than her boss. If he thought she was talking back, he’d give her more shifts and that was the last thing she wanted for the weekend. The Harlots were having a big party at the club to celebrate finally raising enough money to build their own clubhouse. Savage had given them a parcel of land that he owned nearby, and they were goingto be able to break ground in just a few months. A lot of the Royal Bastards had guys in various trades, and they offered to lend a hand to save some money. Juno was going to miss hanging out at Savage Hell with the Bastards, but it was going to be nice for the Harlots to have their own clubhouse to call home. Extra shifts would mean that she’d have to come up with yet another excuse to tell the girls as to why she wouldn’t be able to hang out with them again.
“What was that?” Bruno challenged. She looked him over and pasted on her best smile, deciding that it wasn’t worth fighting with him.
“Nothing,” she insisted. “I said that I’m ready to go on, boss,” she lied. He made a humming noise in the back of his throat that let her know that he didn’t believe a word she had just said, and she giggled as she walked past him.
“Have a good show,” he grumbled.
“Oh, I will,” she insisted. She walked out onto the stage, her signature song playing in the background. She had chosen it because of the slow, sultry beat that hummed through the club. It seemed to put her at ease somehow, knowing that it was just her and that song out there. Juno was able to drown out all of the prying eyes of the horny men watching her, and she just danced. It was freeing and something that she had come to love about her job.
She didn’t bother looking out into the darkness as she danced her way around the stage. She knew that there was nothing out there for her. Instead, she thought about her grocery list and what she was going to make for dinner that night. If the guys in the club could only read her mind, and stop watching her body, they’d be in for a rude awakening. There was nothing sexy about grocery lists or making dinner, and that thought always made her smile. She finished her routine as the guys around the stage clapped and tossed money at her. It was something that she hadgotten used to, even if it was hard to crawl around picking up the cash from the dirty floor when she first started dancing. Every bill she picked up was a chance for her to buy her own place and get out of her rental. That was her goal and if the suckers watching her wanted to help fund her new home, so be it.
Juno dipped down to take a twenty from one of the guys to the side of the stage. “Juno,” his deep voice called. When she looked at him in his dark blue eyes, she couldn’t help her gasp. Guys from the club had been in before and never recognized her, but Saint had. He was Dare’s older brother and one of the guys she tried to steer clear of. Saint was the new Sergeant at Arms for the Royal Bastards, and he wasn’t someone to get mixed up with.
